.You Started It. Finish It.

[Anakin.]

Anakin looked up when more words were spoken and nodded to Jason. He hardly ever held a conversation for very long, unless he A. Knew the person well, OR B. The person showed no sign of trying to beat him up. So far, Anakin hadn’t met anyone like that, and hopefully - he wouldn’t. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked back down at Cyanide and Acid - to find them gone. “What the - ” He began, but looked toward the water. “Dogs.” he sighed, shaking his head. He looked over at Jessi as she spoke. At least she liked to talk, which would give him the option of giving small answers, few questions, and sometimes, small explanations. Which, to Anakin, was good enough.

“The one you spoke of earlier..?” Anakin asked softly, raising an eyebrow. Probably so.. He thought to himself, answering his own question. He looked back out towards the two dogs in the water, who looked like they were fighting. He smirked slightly, whistling for them to stop before he had to do something. Make a scene. Something. He looked back over at Jessi. “I dunno? you’re the one telling me.” He said in a bit of a questioning voice, joking as well, chuckling lightly.

Anakin threw another quick, half-hearted glance over his shoulder and saw nothing, which relieved him. The last thing he needed was a stalker, or a person who wanted to kill him on his tail. He’d go mad within days. But.. he was already crazy: he had the meds to prove it, if you didn’t believe him. That would only make him crazier, if he did, indeed, have a stalker. Feeling that he’d zoned out, he shook his head, running a hand over his face.


[ooc. okay, i lied - this one isn’t any better. gwrrh. the next one might be better. xD]

[Dil]

"Yeah, him. .." Jessi laughed slightly, thinking about what she said before. She wasn't really thinking when she said that, either that, or she was talking to herself. Yeah, some people thought she was. "Sorry, I was sorta...talkin' to myself" Jessi knew she must look like such an idiot, but she sort of didn't care, in yet, she sort of did....go figure. Sitting down in the sand, she put her hand on the right side of her rib cage, feeling a sort of hurting there. Only when she picked heavy things up did this hurt extremely. How did this happen? Attack, mayhap? Sure, she'd go with that...Shaking her head, she knew she was being stupid, so she wrapped both arms around her sides, looking at Kin, trying to smile.

"So, you like it here so far?" She still held on to her side, feeling it stinging, and so, she rocked slightly back and forth. She had gone to the doctors, and they bandaged it up a bit. It was rather annoying, being seen like you were just some helpless creature who couldn't even /eat/ for yourself. Right then, she wished Mick was there. She needed a familiar face. The bad part? Mick didn't know everything; she hadn't told him. She didn't want to worry him at all.